The whole fauna of human fantasies, their marine vegetation, drifts and luxuriates in the dimly lit zones of human activity, as th...ough plaiting thick tresses of darkness. Here, too, appear the lighthouses of the mind, with their outward resemblance to less pure symbols. The gateway to mystery swings open at the touch of human weakness and we have entered the realms of darkness. One false step, one slurred syllable together reveal a man's thoughts.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Fine vapors escape from whatever is doing the living.The night is cold and delicate and full of angels...Pounding down the living. The factories are all lit up,The chime goes unheard.We are together at last, though far apart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

The skylines lit up at dead of night, the air- conditioning systems cooling empty hotels in the desert and artificial light in the... middle of the day all have something both demented and admirable about them. The mindless luxury of a rich civilization, and yet of a civilization perhaps as scared to see the lights go out as was the hunter in his primitive night.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

"Wotever is, is right, as the young nobleman sveetly remarked wen they put him down in the pension list 'cos his mother's uncle's ...vife's grandfather vunce lit the king's pipe vith a portable tinder-box."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Most of our platitudes notwithstanding, self-deception remains the most difficult deception. The tricks that work on others count ...for nothing in that very well-lit back alley where one keeps assignations with oneself: no winning smiles will do here, no prettily drawn lists of good intentions.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Why should you renounce your right to traverse the star-lit deserts of truth, of the premature comforts of an acre, house, and bar...n? Truth also has its roof, and bed, and board.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »